Immediately, the Zhongda God Clan and Ye Ming led Su Mo into the Real Ink Realm through the entrance.
In the real ink secret realm, there is a small independent dimensional world, which is also a dark world.
However, this small world is far less dark than the dark world, and the space is more than ten times fragile.
Warriors in the Creation Realm, their vision and consciousness can completely penetrate the darkness, and their sight and perception are dozens of times stronger than those in the dark world.
The place is barren, and there are several simple palaces built with huge stones in front of it.
In front of a central palace, more than a hundred people gathered, and most of these people were night gods.
Most of these people’s cultivation bases are in the Good Fortune Realm, and there are also a few small extremes in the Dao Realm.
The Zhongda God Clan and Ye Ming led Su Mo straight to the palace.
Everyone stared at Su Mo, with murderous intent and hatred in their eyes.
“Go in!” Someone said, signaling Su Mo to enter the hall.
Su Mo looked cold, without any hesitation, he pushed open the palace door and strode into the palace.
On the front wall of the hall, there is a huge mural painted, in which is a tall and majestic old man of the Night God Clan.
At this moment, a woman from the Night God Clan was standing in front of the mural and watching with her back to Su Mo.
This woman is tall and tall, with long dark purple hair, and the wings on her back are very special, they are actually seven colors.
The colorful rays of light flowed and dazzled instantly.
The moment he saw this woman, Su Mo understood why the status of the Holy Lady was far higher than that of the Holy Son in the Gloomy Sacred Palace.
It’s not just because of status, but in the final analysis, it’s because of talent.
This woman’s talent is absolutely extraordinary.
However, its cultivation base is not high, only a small extreme level of Taoism.
“Tell me, what’s the matter?”
The woman did not turn around and asked in a flat voice.
Hearing this, Su Mo pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, and the power of law poured out, separating the inside of the hall from the outside.
The woman didn’t respond, as if she wasn’t worried about Su Mo’s unruly intentions.
“Are you Yeying, the Saintess of the Dark Palace?” Su Mo asked.
“Yes!” The woman’s voice was cold and indifferent.
“You want to expel the soul race and rebuild the glory of the Gloomy Holy Palace?”
“yes!”
“Behind your Gloomy Sacred Palace, are there still many Heaven-opening Realm powerhouses?”
“yes!”
Facing Su Mo’s question, the woman answered all of them, but very briefly.
Because these things are not classified.
“Now, the Holy Maiden asks you three questions!”
The woman still didn’t turn around, her voice was calm, and said: “Are you a member of the Eighth Soul Pavilion?”
“No.” Su Mo shook his head.
“Then who are you?” The woman continued to ask.
“People from the Yuanshi world.”
Swish!
As soon as Su Mo finished speaking, the woman turned around abruptly, staring at Su Mo closely.
The saint Ye Ying of the Gloomy Sacred Palace suddenly turned around after hearing Su Mo’s answer.
flirtatious!